Youzhou, a renowned Ancient Battlefield Ruins.
As far as the eye could see, there was not a soul in sight, not a trace of life.
Yet flowers and grass actually grew lushly here. It only seemed so silent and desolate because there were no bustling cities or towering trees.
Two riders traveled side by side, a man and a woman. One rode a scrawny old nag, while the other rode an exceptionally magnificent Rouge Steed.
The young Daoist wore a blue cotton Daoist robe. His shoulders swayed with the horse's gait as he said with a smile, "An old horse knows the way. Go slowly, return late—better to come late than not at all."
The other rider was a beautiful woman, but her expression remained utterly blank.
To say it felt like a lifetime ago could not have been more fitting.
They were Lu Chen and Zhu Lu, who had left the Vast Heaven and Earth.
Lu Chen had not taken Zhu Lu directly to White Jade Capital.
Of course, this "Lu Chen" was merely a Talisman Clone.
Lu Chen pointed ahead. "I served for several years as a guest official Daoist official at a little Daoist temple up ahead. I got along splendidly with them. If we spur our horses on, we'll definitely get there before dark and make do there for the night."
Zhu Lu merely nodded in silence.
Back in her hometown, Zhu Lu had seen some immortal cultivators who enjoyed Playing in the Mortal World and indulging in wine and women. She had likewise seen no shortage of hidden masters who could not be judged by appearances.
But throughout this journey, many sights had still struck Zhu Lu as bizarre and incomprehensible. More than that, though, it was because Sect Master Lu was beside her, always